You're not.

These are not your hands!

This is not your body!

You lurch forward the best you can. Tyler's head spins in your direction. "Shit! Not this again. They just fucking shut up after last time."

You don't run for the cage though. You just spin around to look in the mirror.

Your hands are the least of your concern. You're staring at the slim form of a pretty teen girl, short dark hair, just like you, stretched ear piercings and nipple rings, just like you, but 100% not you.

You grab at this body spinning around. You've got smallish breasts and a cute bubble butt. You'd even have a crush on this girl if you saw her on the street, but this really freaks you out.

You brace yourself against Sophie, who stood up to make sure you didn't fall. You do anyway though.